Five Senses coffee. 27 Abercrombie St, Chippendale. A coworker put me onto this place – I think I’d walked past and not noticed it at all (there’s not much of a street presence), but it’s worth seeking out.
The cafe is filled with furniture sourced from the surrounding area – there’s lots of furniture to be reclaimed, and just need a bit of work to bring them up to a usable standard.
The menus are on chalkboards around the place – lots of colour, and an elegant handwriting style. The menu varies based on what kind of produce is available – there’s an emphasis on sustainability.
There’s plenty of natural light coming in through the windows: a selection of music washes across the space, drowning out the noise of the traffic, but not overwhelming: it’s easy to have a conversation here if you need to. For me, it’s a place to get some work done, away from distractions, but there’s wifi available if you want it.
Their decaf is really good. Made with a lot of care in the relatively small kitchen. Also worth a try is their chai – it’s one made in the Blue Mountains called Sticky Chai.
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DVD: We Need to Talk About Kevin
I’d read the book back when Kel was pregnant with Huff and found it a pretty tough read, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from the movie version. It took me a long while to make the time to watch it (in fact, I did it in three sittings, as Kel has no desire to watch it).
It’s a faithful adaptation for the most part, revealing most of the book’s surprises in the same order, and is suitably harrowing throughout. Tilda Swinton turns in a great performance, as does Ezra Miller as the eponymous character.
If you like feeling uncomfortable, you’re in good hands here.
The Shallows: What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains
I was reading an article written by the author, Nicholas Carr, on the subject of whether Google is making us stupid, and thought it would be worth reading the whole thing. Carr steps through all the history of a number of pieces of technology (after all, Plato argued that writing would “make us stupid”) and the topic of neuroplasticity.
Carr argues that what we think about changes the way we think, and makes a compelling case for it. Reading the book has persuaded me to deliberately make blocks of time for slower-paced, more detailed thinking.
Campos Coffee. 392 Chapel Rd, Bankstown. Spotted this place at random out the car window one day, and thought that a place selling Campos coffee in Bankstown had to be worth a look. As you can see from the photo, there’s lots of outdoor seating, but the inside is a comfortable place to sit too.
The menu, the signage and some of the interior photos have a playful typography to them, and the kitchen out the back works busily the whole time we’re there, filling orders at a comfortable pace.
One offering they have is something I haven’t seen before: it’s called a Bombon – espresso coffee poured over condensed milk: you’re meant to stir it, and then drink it in one go. It’s a syrupy beverage, as sweet as you would expect, but an interesting way to consume coffee.
They have a decaf grinder, and the decaf latte I had was very pleasant. Come for the coffee, stay for the food: try the beef bacon: thinly sliced strips of beef that are cooked up (as far as I can tell) to be a bacon colour,flavour and texture.
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Chinchilla also have Facebook specials for their fans.
A couple of moments I wanted to scribble down. Both involve my two year old daughter, who I don’t often mention on the blog.
In the last week, she has started wearing shoes. She loves walking and running (having started out with these hobbies fairly late), and the shoes have opened up a world of possibilities for her.
We were walking outside together. She was holding my hand. It had been raining, so there was a little bit of water on the ground: a trail of sorts. This trail was, to her, the best thing in the world. The excitement and happiness she brought to following that trail was the sort of thing you never see a grown-up bring to anything.
Then, later, after bedtime, the sound of crying emanated from her room. I went in, and she was upset (perhaps a bad dream) for a while, then wanted a cuddle, and then was ready to go back to sleep (lurching back out of my arms towards her bed.
It’s a good feeling to be useful, but even better to watch her joy.
Pablo and Rusty’s Coffee. Shop 5, 37 Ultimo Rd, Haymarket. From the creators of Passionflower ice cream and dessert bar comes this new cafe on the edge of Chinatown.
It’s these macaroni pyramids that draw me in to have a look at the place – the desserts seem inspired by Adriano Zumbo but with their own approach to naming.
Coffee is not the focus of the place, but their decaf is perfectly adequate as a compliment to the desserts.
Have a look at some more of their offerings: http://blackflower.com.au/
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